I wanted to write a political text for this installation. A text that could pop the narrow-minded bubble of our age. A text that led its’ reader backward, through the enormity of time. A text that described the great, yet vulnerable, connection.

I could have written: “Here you are. More than 4000 million years after the crust of the earth began to form. Every hundred million years or so, the super-continents moved - forming, dividing and re-forming, becoming the geography you now call the world.”

Or: “Here you are. Five hundred million years after plants began to grow on dry land.”

Here you are. A million years after your first foremother was born."

“Here you are. Right now. You think you will live to be 90.”

I could also have written: “How can we live as if we didn’t know, equipped as we are with the most advanced brains time has ever known? Why do we look to the future with an idiocy that is so inconceivably destructive? What makes a tiny little human living her short little life think that she can extract and consume a hundred million years of the earth’s warehoused energy, without it having much of an impact? Why have we become so naïve?”

I write: Maybe it is time we don’t understand. We know, but we don’t get it.